November paints gray on the canvas,.
Fog - on wet pavements.
I listen to coolness and purity.
Returning Moscow Boulevard. It's not snowing yet, but the air is already ringing.
The trees froze in silence.
November sounds frosty.
And keeps the world at a distance. I. Bayanova Thanks to my colleagues for these wonderful photos and songs. Let's see the golden autumn in its beauty and welcome November! Good VKontakte TG channel in max.